BRAZEN OBSESSION[[coming soon]]

1) My stepson

It was that time of the year again.
He'd show up as well. And we'd repeat the traditional dinner we always had in honor of his father and then he'd disappear for another year.
Why he hated home so much? I didn't know and didn't bother asking him. After all, he was a full-grown man who could make his own decisions without needing another person to question him.

He had turned out better than I expected if I was being honest, both mentally and attitude-wise.
When I joined his family eleven years ago, Dylan hated the sight of me. He'd openly sneer at me and secretly sabotage things I did around the house. Sure, I had married his father for stability and a future, but I had genuinely loved Chris Wicks and given him my heart and body wholly.

But after only four years of marriage, he died from a terminal illness I didn't even know he had. His then seventeen-year-old son left for college and only came back the following year, and thus, the rift between us widened over the next seven years.

I flipped a page of the novel I had been reading in the past three days, engrossing myself further in the emotions penned down by the author, my favorite author. She had a way with words that always managed to draw me in and experience every flicker of anger and touch of love or a caress of intimacy.
Her novels had slowly filled the gap that had been left by the unexpected death of Chris. Not that I hadn't dated once or twice in the past seven years. Just that, none felt as he had made me feel. And so I chose to focus on the company he left behind as well as his other properties. Managing them until the time came when Dylan and I would use the will Chris had prepared for us.

I was deeply shocked when I heard that he had left me half of his shares. I only expected him to throw some crumbs my way that I'd take and leave.
Even though my power in the company would only be real after Dylan confirmed that I had taken good care of his father's wealth, I was still grateful to Chris.

*Knock*
"Mrs Wicks? Um, your son has arrived," Kate informed.

"Okay. Thank you," I said politely, not tearing my eyes from the page. It was getting to the good and erotic part, I couldn't afford to deviate my attention now.

*Knock*
"What is it, Kate?"

"He, uh, he brought home a guest and insists you go down to greet name."

I frowned. Argh! The disrespect was getting more and more wild. He was fully taking advantage of his power over my shares in the company to pull such a move.
But I'd not let him walk all over me. I had at least thirteen years more life experience over that little prick.
"Okay. I'll be there in five minutes."

By five minutes, I meant fifteen.

I inhaled, standing in front of the mirror to examine myself before leaving the room.
A simple yet elegant burgundy gown whose slit went all the way to my thigh, a pair of silver heels to compliment the color, a thin diamond necklace that matched the diamond ring, and completed the look with my long black hair flowing down my back and front in waves.
I had to look like my status to whoever that little bastard had brought home.

It was out of his character to even bring a friend home, poking my curiosity.
"Let's do this and come back to finish the novel," I breathed to my reflection and then turned to leave the room.

*Clink* *Clink* *Clink*
My heels announced my arrival long before I walked into the living room.

It took only a single breath to find the people who had made me dress up, and, they were standing by the large window overlooking the garden, the girl's hands wrapped around Dylan's waist, his lips on the side of her neck, and a hand grabbing one of her buttcheeks like he was trying to rip it off.

They had obviously heard me making my way here yet didn't bother not doing what they were doing.
A pair of bright turquoise lifted to me before the rest of his face peeled from the girl's neck.

He, however, didn't bother to greet me. The indifference shadowing his eyes was more of a conversation than just a look. And I, I just smiled, masking my urge to drive my heel through those eyes of his that he had inherited from his dad. Why was life so unfair? I should have at least been pregnant before Chris's demise so I could have a child with his eyes who would look at me lovingly than the cold luminesce in Dylan's.

Hello?" I spoke first, moving towards them.

The girl in Dylan's arms turned around wearing a small smile. But her eyes had something close to terror in them as she looked into mine.
"H-hello," she replied while the over six-foot-nine rock standing behind her remained silent. "Ni-nice to m-me-meet you," she stammered extending a shaking hand at me.

I stared into it, noticing the traces of something I was too familiar with...cum.
My eyes immediately moved from her hand to Dylan's pants. Seeing the open fly, I put two and two together.
This girl didn't want to do this. She probably didn't even want to be here.

I smiled politely and walked over to the table to grab a few paper towels. And with the same smile, I went back to the girl and took her hand to wipe it for her.
"I'm sorry," she mouthed with teary eyes.

"Don't worry. It happens. It's just some dir-"

"That's enough," Dylan finally spoke pulling the girl backward. "Go find a bathroom and just wash your hands."

"Y-yes!" She nodded and quickly scurried off.
The tremble in her body was enough evidence that this bastard had coerced her into coming and even forcing her to do what she had done.
Poor thing, must have been drawn in by Dylan's looks which he got from Chris, and then found out the monster lying within him.

He had always been a shitty human since he was young, so this kind of stunt wasn't surprising at all.
"You shouldn't have come if you were just going to act out like a baby," I said, my voice possessing some disgust. "And stop involving innocent people in your pettiness, Dylan."

"Pettiness?" he repeated taking a step forward. "Acting out?"

"Yes. You're already what, twenty-four? Three? Shouldn't you act a little matu-"

"Serena!" he growled grasping my arms.

I almost gagged from the repugnance of his touch. "Don't touch me!" I hissed shoving him as hard as I could. It worked, but, he took me with him before I lost my balance and fell forward.
My hands unconsciously reached out to grab anything as a reflex, but I knew it hadn't worked when my knees smacked the hard floor.
"Argh! You damn-" My own gasp knocked the words from my mouth when I raised my head to scold him but was met with the sight of half his cock bare.
It turns out I had managed to grab onto something, which was his pants, and tugged them down slightly to expose his semi-hard cock.

He started chuckling when I stared for more than five seconds out of shock.
"Don't touch you? Or do you mean, touch you more?"

I was about to move away from him when he reached down to the back of my head and then squashed my face on his crotch, suffocating me with his thing.
Barely two seconds of my struggling Dylan had grown fully aroused while his cackling traveled through his body to my ears.

"You were acting so sassy but all you wanted was my dick. Then have it!"

This humiliation triggered all the anger I had been burying in the past. It exploded, making me swing my weak fist from beneath him, punching him in the balls.

He groaned out in pain, his grip on my hair weakening.
Even though the method had been a little out of my character, it had freed me.
With heavy breaths, I pulled myself to my feet while Dylan moaned with his back against the wall. "You'll pay for this?"

"Try me and I'll have the surveillance footage sent to the cops!" I bit back, scowling at him.

How could the little boy I had raised have the guts to do this humiliating thing to me? I deserved respect even if I wasn't his birth mother dammit!